They aren't getting my pink space gun! Nuh-uh!
Quick story -- when I was in high school, I worked after school for a very "open-education," hippy-trippy daycare center (I rarely wore shoes to work, if that tells you anything). The kids were expressly forbidden to play any type of gun games. Needless to say, we didn't have toy guns, but they could not make "stick guns," Lego guns, even finger guns. The director had decreed it.
Well, one day I was working my post, the Rainbow Room (ahem), and Marcus, age four, comes in, points his finger at another kid and shouts "Bang! Bang!"
I calmly explained, "Now, Marcus. You know we don't play guns here. Guns aren't nice. If I hear one more 'bang' out of you, you're going to have to go to time out."
So this four year old kid looks up at me, levels his finger gun very calmly at my face and says:
"Pee-yong! Pee-yong!"
What could I do? He was smarter than me. I let him stay.
Marcus is probably twenty now....I haven't seen him on the news yet....
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*quack*